Dark Marriage: Sleeping with Ghosts

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There are two young ladies in the head of the Zhao family, the eldest daughter is a full ten years old, and if there is no accident, it has always been the daughter who inherits the position of the head of the Zhao family, but this young lady has disappeared before she reached the age of Ji.

There are different opinions about her whereabouts in the Zhao family, but the main family never gave a clear statement, so this young lady disappeared without any reason.

There was only one little lady left in the Zhao family, and the old lady took her with her at a young age, and let her watch the welcome and send off at the house, and learn to take charge of the Zhao family. The old lady placed high hopes on her, She lived up to expectations, and she was able to share a part or two for the old lady at a young age.

After that, the old lady never came out again, and this little lady became the only heir.

Zhao Yingluo had never met her elder sister who was ten years older than her, nor was she curious about her whereabouts, and never thought of asking about her whereabouts or past. She had no feelings for this elder sister who lived in other people's mouths.

Until she was 15 years old, Zhao Patriarch's family quietly picked up a little boy who was only in his teens. His mother told her that he was her nephew and he was to be taken care of by her.

There are many branches of the Zhao family, and there are countless cousins ​​like her, but this one, she knows, is different from those. This is her own nephew, the child of her sister who has been away for ten years.

What is the son of an unmarried adultery? It's just an illegitimate child. He is doomed to be unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life. He is walking on thin ice in this mansion.

The mansion was full of such gossip for a while, even his servants were indifferent to him, gossiping behind his back, Zhao Yingluo didn't mind meddling in the beginning, and didn't care about him until seeing him unexpectedly.

He looked gentle and handsome, well-behaved and sensible, and obeyed her, an elder who was only five or six years older than him.

This nephew is different from anyone she has met since she was a child. He has no city in his heart. To be precise, he should have no bad water in his heart. He is really gentle and gentle when he looks at the coolness and coldness, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

She likes being with him.

In this deep house, she could protect him and he could accompany her. She thought that she could live a lifetime in this way.

But time flies, this nephew has grown up, from a handsome and sensible young man to a handsome boy.

The young man was humble, tolerant, understanding, all right, all right, but that was what scared her.

She has never been afraid of anything, but now she is afraid, she is afraid of uncovering this secret unethical relationship.

Until the boy who grew up under her protection left her side and got married, she was angry and unwilling, but she was still afraid.

She turned all her fears into anger. No one is worthy of the boy she watched grow up, let alone that foreigner!

She used all kinds of high-sounding reasons to force him to come back, but he didn't come back in the end, at least that Yang Yi died.

Nobody deserves the kid she's watched grow up.

Nobody deserves him.

Her eyes fell on this familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face, her eyes were closed tightly on this handsome pale face, she couldn't see the gentle smile in his eyes, only his cold eyebrows.

"Joe"

Her voice was choked with sobs and trembling slightly, and a hand that was carefully maintained like a girl climbed onto this cold face.

"Ruo'er, my aunt is here"

His brows and eyes were tightly closed, cold, as if he was angry with her, which made Zhao Yingluo afraid, "Ruo'er opened his eyes and looked at my aunt, it's my aunt who is here."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, two lines of tears flowed down her dazed face.

Everyone in the ward quietly retreated, only Zhao Zhuoyan remained in the ward.

"Ruo'er, Ruo'er" Zhao Yingluo's dazed and helpless voice made people feel sad, but Zhao Zhuoyan only hated her. It was this person who killed her mother and kept entangled with her father.

She stepped forward and grabbed the old woman's hand that had been on her father's face and shook it away forcefully.

"If you read it, get the hell out of here. Father couldn't get rid of you when he was alive, and he can always be clean after death,"

Zhao Zhuoyan was too strong, Zhao Yingluo leaned her body, her eyes widened in a daze, tears streaming down her face, "Is that what he thinks? He always wanted to get rid of me?"

"Is it possible that I still like your entanglement?!"

Her Ruo'er had never disobeyed her since she was a child, except for leaving home to marry that foreign barbarian, and never even said a harsh word to her.

Maybe she shouldn't be afraid or hesitate, ten years of companionship and 20 years of separation, goodbye is forever.

"Maybe I was wrong." Zhao Yingluo raised her head slightly, tears welled up in her reddish eyes, and the delicate makeup on her face faded slightly. At this time, she lost the majesty of the past, revealing her identity as the old lady of the main family , she is actually just an older woman, and even looks younger because of her meticulous maintenance.

Zhao Zhuoyan was taken aback for a moment, this filthy, pedantic, hateful and hateful old woman showed such a fragile appearance, she couldn't help feeling a bit of compassion, and her tone was not as blunt as it was at the beginning, "It's good that you know."

But before Zhao Zhuoyan finished speaking, she heard this shameless old woman muttering, "It was my fault, I should have confessed to him long ago, told everyone, marry him, seize the day and night"

Zhao Zhuoyan's face was distorted, "You old woman will not change your nature! At this time, there are only such disgusting and dirty thoughts in your mind!"

Regarding Zhao Zhuoyan's following crimes, Zhao Yingluo acted as if she had never heard of it. She looked at the person on the bed, showed a miserable smile, grabbed his cold hand on the bed, and murmured distressedly, "Ruo'er, my aunt will accompany you."

She could block all the gossip for him, but she couldn't block him from the pain and death. She sobbed softly against this cold hand with her forehead.

She really wished that she could also give an order, and all the ailments could be far away from him.

Zhao Zhuoyan's expression froze, afraid that what she said meant what she thought.

Although she hated this man to death, she didn't want him to die. First, she didn't want to be entangled by this man after her father passed away. Second, she knew that in her father's heart, she had always respected the man who had raised her for ten years. Elder, I definitely don't want her to be overwhelmed because of him.

So Zhao Zhuoyan didn't provoke her anymore, but instead reminded Zhao Xining who was waiting outside the ward to pay more attention to this old woman in the next few days.

For the next few days, Zhao Yingluo stayed by Zhao Lanruo's bedside and watched him being buried in the coffin. Zhao Yingluo never lost her composure, let alone being overwhelmed, as if the sadness and despair that day were fake, and her affection was nothing more than that , although Zhao Zhuoyan looked down on her, but he was relieved that he could finally send this plague god back.

After everything was settled, Zhao Xining wanted to go to the neighboring city with Wang Lin to visit Wang Lin's friends. Zhao Zhuoyan said goodbye to them and was going back to tidy up her father's house.

But as soon as she got to the gate of the mansion, she saw that the iron gate in the yard was open. Someone had already come?

She pushed open the iron door in doubt and walked in, and found that there were some more decorations in the room along the way, and the arrangement of some furniture had also changed. No matter who moved her father's house without her consent, she would be displeased. I even found a lot of things in the guest bedroom next to my father's room, as if someone wanted to live here.

She immediately went to her father's room next door, grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open. Seeing that everything inside was intact, the anger in her heart was suppressed, and she strode towards the study with a cold face.

Pushing open the door, I saw the old woman sitting on the balcony who should have returned to the Lord's house.

"Why are you here?!"

Zhao Yingluo sat in the sun and looked down at the book in her hand, without moving. The plain curtains fluttered gently in the wind behind her. This scene reminded her of her father, who often sat on the balcony to read a book.

Zhao Zhuoyan found that what she was holding was her father's favorite book, she stepped forward and snatched it, and put it back on the shelf, "You are not welcome here, get out of here immediately!"

Zhao Yingluo's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. No one would believe that this was the tough head of the Zhao family. She looked at the lush greenery outside the window and said softly, "You really don't look like Ruo'er, he will never be like you." like yelling"

"Yes, Father has such a good temper." Zhao Zhuoyan's eyes were gloomy.

Zhao Yingluo didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in her words, maybe she heard it and no longer cared, she looked out the window in a daze.

Zhao Zhuoyan looked at her with an ugly face, "How long do you plan to stay here?"

Zhao Yingluo's dull eyes moved, a little dazed, and she didn't answer.

But Zhao Zhuoyan understood that she was planning to stay here, Zhao Zhuoyan said harshly, "Just wait and see!"

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It was impossible for Zhao Zhuoyan to do anything to Zhao Yingluo, and it was even more impossible for her to warn her of trespassing. Even if she is no longer the head of the Zhao family, Yu Wei is still there. There is no reason why Zhao's family under the protection of the head should not allow her to stay.

The gardener and housekeeper of her father's house were still there, and Zhao Yingluo also brought an old lady who was there to wait on her.

The housekeeper and the gardener are ordinary people, Zhao Yingluo and the old lady are dressed strangely, they thought they had seen a ghost when they saw it for the first time.

Zhao Zhuoyan gave both of them a long vacation, and after she drove the old woman away, she let them come back to take care of the father's house.

After doing all this, she asked someone to turn off the electricity in the house.

At night, when she came, the whole house was pitch black. She stood outside the house and curled her lips to see if she could last for a few days.

But she forgot that Zhao Yingluo was not like them. She had grown up in the mountains and was used to candlelight, so the absence of electricity had no effect on her.

When Zhao Zhuoyan walked into the house again, he found that many candlesticks had been added to the house. These candlesticks were exquisite and complicated, just like the ones seen in the master's house.

Except for the father's room and the study room, the whole house has been changed beyond recognition.

Seeing his father's house being eroded by this old woman bit by bit, Zhao Zhuoyan was furious and rushed to the guest bedroom next door to his father.

"Miss Biao, you can't go in, the old lady is taking a bath"

"This is my father's house, there is nowhere I can't go." Zhao Zhuoyan pushed the old lady who was blocking the way, opened the door and strode in.

There was only one person standing on the dim balcony with his long hair loose and his back facing them.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Yingluo looked back at the two of them, and waved her hand to signal the old lady to go out.

"The old slave is going to serve up the lady's sweet soup." The old lady bent over and went out.

The candlelight in the room was flickering. Zhao Yingluo had just finished bathing. She was wearing white obscene clothes. Her long black hair was scattered behind her back. The makeup on her face was washed off. Without those things that symbolized her status, she looked ten years younger. The dim candlelight fell on her face, making this person who was majestic and difficult to approach during the day look very soft.

It was very difficult for Zhao Zhuoyan to match her with the old lady of the main family.

"How long are you going to live here?"

Zhao Yingluo didn't answer, she walked to the bed and sat down, remembering that Yang Yi actually passed away two or three years after they got married, and for the next 20 years, he lived here alone, his every move and even when he went to bed She knows when to get up early, so that she can pretend that this person is living by her side, she dare not expect too much, she dare not.

But God really loves to play tricks on her, and even this will be taken away from her.

She could have lied to herself for the rest of her life.

Seeing her lowered her head and lost in thought, with tears falling from her drooping eyes, Zhao Zhuoyan felt an unknown fire in her heart, "Stop being hypocritical, you really care about my father, so you won't force him, you won't let him suffer like this troubles"

"He respected you until his death, don't make me feel that he is worthless,"

"He has been alone for 20 years, why has he never thought of continuing?"

Hearing her mentioning this incident again, Zhao Zhuoyan was furious. He strode over to her, lifted her collar, stared into her eyes and said word by word, "My father's reunion has nothing to do with you! Don't be so pretentious!" Passionate"

Zhao Yingluo bent her mouth slightly, the water in her eyes flickered slightly under the dim candlelight, "You don't know him"

She was undoubtedly discrediting her father, Zhao Zhuoyan pushed her away forcefully, and said angrily, "You think everyone is as dirty as you!"

Zhao Yingluo fell on the bed, the black hair behind her was spread on the bed like seaweed, she looked at the ceiling, and after a long time, she moved her gaze slightly down to look at Zhao Zhuoyan standing beside the bed with an angry face, this face was similar to her Ruoer It really does, but Ruo'er won't make such an expression.

"You bastard, if half of Ruo'er's blood hadn't flowed from your body, you would have died a long time ago, these eyes." Zhao Yingluo sat up, and her long seaweed-like hair was also put back with her movements.

Although her hair was disheveled, her clothes were disheveled, and her face was plain, she seemed to have returned to the Patriarch of the Zhao family who everyone feared. She stretched out two fingers and said two words, "Ugly!"

Zhao Zhuoyan has never been afraid of her, even when she was the head of the master's house, she was never afraid of her, but at this moment she subconsciously took half a step back, avoiding the two eyes that were stretching towards her. Fingers, perhaps because of the contrast between her front and back.

"If you continue to speak rudely, I will order someone to gouge out your two eyeballs."

When she spoke harshly, the shadow of the old woman could still be seen in her eyebrows and eyes, which made people disgusted. Zhao Zhuoyan took a step forward without fear, looked down at her and threatened in a low voice, "Old woman, if you are in my father's house again If you don’t leave, I’m going to be rude to you.”

Zhao Zhuoyan stared at her gloomyly, and suddenly she found that the old woman's gaze gradually changed when she looked at her. The watery light was faintly visible in her eyes, and she looked at her as if she was looking at another person. Zhao Zhuoyan opened her eyes suddenly and was about to touch The hand that reached her face took a few steps back.

"You disgusting old woman!"

This is the second time that she regards her as her father. Zhao Zhuoyan strode to the door and opened it, just in time to see the old lady holding a bowl of sweet soup. She turned around and said, "Without electricity, can you Stay, then I'll stop the water to see how you live."

Seeing Zhao Zhuoyan leave angrily, the old lady came in calmly with the sweet soup, put down the sweet soup, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the crying person lying on the bed, reached out and stroked her black hair.

"Miss, eat sweet soup and rest early"

If the water is cut off, the water will be cut off, and the water will be cut off in the house early the next morning. If the power is cut off, the water will not be fatal, but it is also troublesome. People have to bring water every day.

But it's just troublesome, not to the point where it can't be accommodated.

A week later, Zhao Zhuoyan came to this house again, but he didn't leave.

This time Zhao Yingluo did not stay in the study, but sat in the garden. Perhaps because she was not at the master's house, she did not wear dark dresses, and her hair and makeup were not formally dressed. Pampered, she looked as if she was only in her thirties.

Zhao Zhuoyan looked at it from a distance, and was about to go up, when the old lady's gentle voice suddenly came from behind.

"Stop teasing her"

For everyone except Zhao Yingluo, Zhao Zhuoyan was well-bred, even the person who spoke for the old woman.

"It's not that I torment her, it's that she will never let my father go until she dies."

The old lady tidied up the blanket in her hand, and said slowly, "You only see her faults. Your father's illegitimate son, who had no name and no distinction, lived very well in the master's house for ten years. 20 years away from disputes, all thanks to her"

Zhao Zhuoyan's complexion was complicated, she continued, "I watched her grow up, and I also watched your father grow up, the relationship between the two of them is very good, I can't tell what this kind of relationship is, if she is really like you How can your father survive these 20 years without any worries when you think it's so dirty? She is afraid of the eyes of the world, but she is also afraid of hurting your father."

The old lady paused and sighed, "Your father is also a good boy, she did not misunderstand the man"

Zhao Zhuoyan didn't understand what her last sentence meant, and the old lady didn't say any more, and walked towards the people in the garden with a small blanket.

No matter what, the people in the courtyard couldn't hide the sadness and loneliness that shrouded her. Even under the warm sunshine and surrounded by brightly colored flowers, her whole body was dull and lifeless.

At first she hated her because she indirectly killed her mother and had unspeakable thoughts about her father.

But now that her father has passed away, seeing her like this, in fact, unknowingly, she no longer has the pure hatred in her heart, because there is no doubt that this person really loves her father, and her father has always lived in her heart. Under the shelter of her mother, she never hurt her father except her mother.

Perhaps it was because the education she received was related to the environment in which she grew up. Although she was very sad when her father passed away, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable processes in life.

But this woman has been living in the regret or remorse of the past, unable to get out, if her father sees her like this, he will definitely feel guilty.

After all, as she said, her father was a really gentle man.

Zhao Zhuoyan strode over and walked to Zhao Yingluo's side. Zhao Yingluo's eyes fell in the distance, she didn't look up at her, but the old lady looked at her in surprise.

Zhao Zhuoyan grabbed Zhao Yingluo's hand, "There are many ways to remember a person, I will take you to walk all the places my father walked through."

Zhao Yingluo raised her head slowly and looked at her, not knowing why she came out suddenly, "let go"

Seeing that she was obviously doubting her intentions, Zhao Zhuoyan was not guilty, she did things as she wished, she didn't want to see her nestled in one place for a lifetime, she believed that as long as she went out more, she would come out soon.

Zhao Zhuoyan pulled her and walked out, "Don't think that my father never goes out because he lives reclusively. He occasionally goes to see art exhibitions and listen to musicals. Today I will take you to the Butterfly Pavilion he often goes to. There are nearly a thousand people there. A rare butterfly specimen, he can often stay there for an afternoon..."

The author has something to say: Maybe it’s because I like heavy flavors very much. Thinking about the appearance of these two people together makes me feel very emotional.